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Joe The Ghost Guy: some city.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The following story you' about to... here. was submitted by one of our listeners. Ooh.
Joe The Ghost Guy: been to ask me about This. episode. So... This episode is Requested.
Joe The Ghost Guy: by one of our listeners. So.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Good evening. ladies and gentlemen and welcome back to God's story. and the Unusual Paranormal Podcast. I am your spooky host.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Joe the Ghost Guy. to Tonight. I want you to imagine something be driving alone. on the deserted highway.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It's just after midnight. Or your... Where there are no headlights behind you No housing. No towns.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Only darkness stretching for miles. and mild. in every direction. your radio begins to crackle.
Joe The Ghost Guy: year each. towards The Diana. searching
Joe The Ghost Guy: for another station. Something... My country music. Nothing but static.
Joe The Ghost Guy: A preacher. more static And then... A voice. A voice that knows your name A voice.
Joe The Ghost Guy: That knows. where Where you're going. and voice. That tells you exactly. how you're going to die.
Joe The Ghost Guy: But here is the terrifying part. The person.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Speaking. Died. more than a 70 years ago. and the radio station. You're listening to...
Joe The Ghost Guy: Well... It burned to the ground. Back in 1953.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Tonight. We are entering. The world of the haunted. radio frequency. mysterious trance Mission.
Joe The Ghost Guy: and voices that should never have been heard. This is a fictional nightmare of station.
Joe The Ghost Guy: WD RK. A radio station. That doesn't broadcast. a station that does not appear. on any map.
Joe The Ghost Guy: and The Frequency It can only be her. Just after midnight.
Joe The Ghost Guy: This is... The dead. Great work, Steve.
Joe The Ghost Guy: October 31st. 1953.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Deep in the mountains Northern. Pennsylvania. stood a lonely radio transmission tower. It's red warning light.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Link above. A forest of dead trees. Blow it. was a small broadcasting building. With a faded sign.
Joe The Ghost Guy: WD. RK. 107 .7 FM. The voice of the valley. The station.
Joe The Ghost Guy: was operated by a man named Arthur. Blackwood. Arthur was a... Respected. Radio announcer. yet as smooth.
Joe The Ghost Guy: A comforting voice that listeners. recognized immediately Every evening he signed off.
Joe The Ghost Guy: with the same familiar words. Until tomorrow, my friends. Keep your radios close and remember... You're never. truly alone.
Joe The Ghost Guy: but I knocked. on Halloween night In 1953, Something. Changed.
Joe The Ghost Guy: And press it. Precisely. 1147 p .m. Arthur received a telephone call. Inside the broadcast booth.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Author answered, Station W. DRK, Arthur Blackwood speaking.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Nothing. Only breathe in.
Joe The Ghost Guy: hello
Joe The Ghost Guy: Then... A woman's... Voice whispered.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Author. Don't turn around.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Author froze. He recognized the voice. It belonged to his wife. Margaret. But, Margaret...
Joe The Ghost Guy: had died. in a car accident. three years earlier. Margaret?
Joe The Ghost Guy: The Voice. began to cry.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Arthur Please. They're standing behind you.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Arthur slowly turned his head. The broadcasting booth was empty. He looked back towards the telephone. The line.
Joe The Ghost Guy: had gone dead. Then. the radio equipment began. turning itself on.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Every dial. Rotated. towards the same frequency. 107 .7.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The overhead lights flickered. the on -air sign Load red. and the second voice. began speaking through Arthur's headphones.
Joe The Ghost Guy: A man's voice. Deep. and wet. as though it was speaking through a mouth. filled with water.
Joe The Ghost Guy: name. Arthur.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Arthur whipped off his headphones. The voice continued through the... studio speakers. We have been waiting for you.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Arthur reached for the power switch. Nothing happened. He unplugged the transmitter. Still. The Voice. continued.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Then came the sound. of children laughing hundreds of children. Their laughter. Solely twist into screams.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Arthur grabbed the microphone. Whatever you're doing. This has to stop. Now. The voice replied.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Arthur. You have spent your life. Broadcasting to the living.
Joe The Ghost Guy: along pods.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Tonight. You will be broadcast. to the dead.
Joe The Ghost Guy: At 1159. Residents throughout the valley. heard Arthur Blackwood. screaming over the radios. He begged for help.
Joe The Ghost Guy: He shouted out the people. Who are crawling out of the walls? He described pale faces. Press in against the.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Studio Windows. Faces without eyes. Now stretch. impossibly wide. Then...
Joe The Ghost Guy: Exactly, midnight. Arthur. whispered. one final sentence They're not coming through the radio. The radio.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It's bringing... us to them.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Seconds later. The Broadcasting. Station. caught fire. By morning. Nothing. Remain except the tower.
Joe The Ghost Guy: and the black end. Concrete Foundation. Arthur Blackwood's body. was never recovered.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Investigators found no... Explanation for the fire. But something. Even stranger happened. Although,
Joe The Ghost Guy: W. DRK was officially destroyed. Listeners, continuing. to reporting broadcasts. On 107 .7. FM.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Always. After midnight. Always. during storms. and always with the same voice Good evening my friends, this is Arthur Blackwood.
Joe The Ghost Guy: And tonight. We have someone. New joining us.
Joe The Ghost Guy: 70 years later. October 31st 2023. A truck driver. named Daniel Mercer I was traveling a long...
Joe The Ghost Guy: Root. A remote stretch of highway. It was 2 .30. in the morning. Rain hammered his windshield His headlights illuminated.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The twist did. Road ahead. Daniel. had been driving. for For 11 hours.
Joe The Ghost Guy: to keep himself awake. He turned on the radio.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Station. Peace. Painted in and out. Then as radio Suddenly it stopped. on 107.
Joe The Ghost Guy: point seven I've found.
Joe The Ghost Guy: An old -fashioned orchestra played softly. The music. sounded warped. I saw the recording were being played underwater.
Joe The Ghost Guy: A man's voice. Interrupted. Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to WBRK.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Daniel Raft. What kind of radio station? this. The announcer continued. Tonight.
Joe The Ghost Guy: We have a new listener. of music. Stop. stopped His name. is Daniel Mercer. Daniel's smile disappeared.
Joe The Ghost Guy: His hands tighten around the steering wheel. The announcer chuckled. Daniel is currently Traveling north.
Joe The Ghost Guy: on Highway 19. Daniel looked towards the GPS. He was on. Highway 19 Daniel was driving a blue Freightliner truck His truck.
Joe The Ghost Guy: was blue. And it was a Freightliner. Daniel has a photograph of his daughter hanging from his dashboard.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Daniel slowly looked at the photograph. His daughter, Emily. was smiling back at him. He reached for the radio. The announcer spoke again.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Don't turn us off Daniel Daniel jerked his head a hand away. Who the hell is this? the announcer.
Joe The Ghost Guy: laughed softly. Daniel. We have something important to tell you. En fin. scratching sound emerged from the speakers.
Joe The Ghost Guy: at 217. AM. You will see a woman Standing at the... Road.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Daniel. checked its clock. 215. She'll be wearing a white nightgown. The truck's headlights. Swept.
Joe The Ghost Guy: around the bend. She'll be holding a little girl's hand Daniel swallowed. Stop it. The voice continued.
Joe The Ghost Guy: You will slam on your brakes. The clock changed. 216. You will turn. Your steering wheel.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Yeah, I was impressed. came shallow. And you will. Die.
Joe The Ghost Guy: He punched the radio power button. The display went black. But the voice continued. The annual?
Joe The Ghost Guy: Now the sound was coming from the truck's dashboard. From the CB radio. from the speakers. of a cell phone Daniel.
Joe The Ghost Guy: You have 30 seconds. he accelerated. Rain. straight across his windshield. 20 seconds.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The Road. curve sharply. 10 seconds. Then Daniel saw her. Omen. standing in the middle of the highway. White Knight Gown.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Long black hair, coven her face. and beside her. A little girl. And I know. Screened. He summed in the breaks.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The truck skidded sideways. just before the vehicle struck the woman. She raised her head. Her face.
Joe The Ghost Guy: was Daniel's face. Only older. Burned. and smiling. The little girl looked up. It was Emily.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Except her eyes were completely black. She opened her mouth. and spoken authors. Blackwood's voice.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Welcome to the broadcast, Daniel.
Joe The Ghost Guy: 2 17 a .m. Daniel Mercer was killed. When this truck. went off the highway Police found his radio still playing.
Joe The Ghost Guy: and the station. was turned. To 107 point seven FBM. And the announcer. was speaking.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Thank you Daniel Your transmission has been received. and a new voice came over the speakers. Daniel's voice.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Screaming. begging someone To let him out. and 20. 24. A paranormal investigator.
Joe The Ghost Guy: named Rebecca Shaw. began researching. The unexplained radio transmission. Rebecca, specialized in electronic voice phenomena.
Joe The Ghost Guy: or EVP. Peace. She had spent years recording and abandoned hospitals. cemeteries. and supposedly haunted houses.
Joe The Ghost Guy: but the stories. Surrounded. WDRK.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Fascinated her A radio station. They had burnt down. A dead announcer. A mysterious broadcast.
Joe The Ghost Guy: that seem to predict. Yes. Rebecca. decided to investigate She traveled to the ruins of the original station the concrete foundation. was overgrown with weeds The old transmission tower stood crooked against the gray sky.
Joe The Ghost Guy: At the base. Rebecca discovered. A rusted metal door. Leaning. Bleeding underground. Inside was a staircase.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The staircase to head. didn't appear on any station's blueprint She descended.
Joe The Ghost Guy: At the bottom. was a narrow hallway. Walls were covered with strange symbols.
Joe The Ghost Guy: There were names. scratched into the concrete. Hundreds of names. Rebecca. recognized one immediately Daniel Mercer.
Joe The Ghost Guy: October 31st. 2023. She touched the writing. She noticed. Another name beneath it.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca Shaw. October 31st. 2024. or blood. ran cold. blower name.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Was a time 333 A .M.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca checked her watch. It was 312. am She had 22 minutes. Suddenly, Somewhere in the darkness.
Joe The Ghost Guy: A radio switched on.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Good evening, Rebecca
Joe The Ghost Guy: Good evening, Rebecca. Author Blackwood's voice. I go through the hallway. We're so pleased Your Frowning Thong. Rebecca.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Turned towards Bears. But the stairs. were gone. where the staircase had been. has now... A sword. concrete wall.
Joe The Ghost Guy: She began pounding on it.
Joe The Ghost Guy: help Somebody help me.
Joe The Ghost Guy: the voice. reply. No one can hear you, Rebecca. a Pause.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Not until We put you. on the air.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca, follow the sound. of the broadcast down the hallway. And he read. at the end of was the hallway having that steel door.
Joe The Ghost Guy: above it. Blood red sign. On air. You push the door open. Inside was a broadcasting studio. not burned.
Joe The Ghost Guy: not abandoned. perfectly preserved. A wooden desk. A vintage microphone. reel to reel. recording machine.
Joe The Ghost Guy: and hundreds of radio Binding the Wall Every radio was turned at the frequency. 88 .1 91 .3 94 .7 101 .9 and 107.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Point seven. Each radio played. a different human voice.
Joe The Ghost Guy: One was crying. The other. Was praying
Joe The Ghost Guy: A man screaming. For his mother A woman. whispered that something. was breathing.
Joe The Ghost Guy: beneath their bed. Rebecca approached one of the radios. A child's voice. came through.
Joe The Ghost Guy: normal ams
Joe The Ghost Guy: Another radio crackled.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Please. Don't open the door. another.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It's a warning. My husband's face.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Another. I can't hear it. walking inside the walls. Rebecca realized. what she was hearing. These weren't recordings of ghosts.
Joe The Ghost Guy: These were the final moments of people. Where it disappeared Every radio. was connected to a different victim.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Then once Radio began to play. a familiar voice Her own.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Please, somebody may help me.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca. Step backwards. the voice Continued.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It's behind me.
Joe The Ghost Guy: She stared at the radio. She hadn't said those words. Not yet. than something. Mood behind her A chair.
Joe The Ghost Guy: creaked. Rebecca turned. Amen. a sitting. in the broadcast desk. He wore a dark.
Joe The Ghost Guy: 1950s suit. You'll stand.
Joe The Ghost Guy: And his skin was gray. His lips. were cracked. His eyes. for two empty black sockets.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It was Arthur Blackwood. Hello Rebecca. His mouth didn't move. The words came from every radio. in the room.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca. whispered
Joe The Ghost Guy: What are you?
Joe The Ghost Guy: Arthur tilted his head. I was once a man. The radials began hissing. Then...
Joe The Ghost Guy: I heard the frequency. Rebecca. back towards the door. Arthur stood. His body.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Made a sound. of dry wood snapping. The dead.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Need Graves Rebecca. He stretched. one scuttle hand. They need somewhere to speak.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The studio lights dimmed. And every time someone listened. Peace. Terrible smile. spread across its face.
Joe The Ghost Guy: We get a little closer. To coming through
Joe The Ghost Guy: of Rebecca tried to escape. but the studio door. Slam shut. The radios. began to turn.
Joe The Ghost Guy: themselves up. Their dials spun violently. The room filled with screams. Then Arthur. pointed towards the large black radio.
Joe The Ghost Guy: in the corner It was unlike any others. It's... He's seen. was made out of dark metal.
Joe The Ghost Guy: And here and where. No manufacturer markings. only a frequency. displayed. 0 .0 Mega hurt. Peace.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca stared.
Joe The Ghost Guy: That's not an NFM frequency.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Arthur nodded. Correct. You leaned. Closer. That is the frequency. Between. frequencies.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The black radio began humming. Hello. Sound. Deeper. than thunder. Rebecca.
Joe The Ghost Guy: felt it vibrating through her bones. Arthur whispered. poor. there were people There were voices The radio speaker.
Joe The Ghost Guy: But what's... outward. before these. We're stars. Something. was listening. The metal casing began crackling.
Joe The Ghost Guy: and win humanity. invented the radio. a long black veneer Push through. The Speaker Grill.
Joe The Ghost Guy: We finally... gave it a door. Rebecca screamed. Another finger emerged. than another. And...
Joe The Ghost Guy: unfolded from the speaker. It was. 4. too large to fit inside the radio The fingers. or long.
Joe The Ghost Guy: And jointed backward The skin. Look that. Like it was wet. Ash. The second emerged.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Then if... Peace. face made of Hundreds. of Smaller faces. Some were crying.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Some were laughing. Somewhere, sadly. Mouthing words. and the sinner. was a huge black mouth. inside the mouth.
Joe The Ghost Guy: were rose. of human teeth. Thousands of them. The creature. totally pulled itself. From the radio.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It's body. and folded. Like a normal spider. Rebecca. pressed herself against the wall. The creature spoke.
Joe The Ghost Guy: But his voice was not one of One voice. It was. very ever. Every voice. they had heard that night.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Amen. Women. children. The dying. The Dead. They all spoke together.
Joe The Ghost Guy: We heard you listening.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Author Blackwood. fell to his knees. Master. the creature turned towards him His mouth open.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Arthur screamed. His body collapsed into a cloud. of black dust. Then... Every radio in the room.
Joe The Ghost Guy: We can... Broadcasting his screen. Rebecca covered her eyes. The creature. crawled towards her. its limbs. scraping across the floor.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The face twisted. And suddenly... among the hundreds of faces. Rebecca Sauron. She washed her face.
Joe The Ghost Guy: slightly mouth three words.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Y 'all Let it hear.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca understood. It wasn't following her movements. It was following sound. She stopped screaming.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Hold your breath. and stood perfectly still. the creature. froze. an enormous head. Turn slowly.
Joe The Ghost Guy: listening Rebecca could hear. or heartbeat. The creature moved closer. its mouth open beside her ear.
Joe The Ghost Guy: and whispered, And. In her mother's voice.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca, sweetheart.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca began to cry. Her mother had... Died. When she was 17
Joe The Ghost Guy: Please answer me
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca. pressed her lips together.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Don't you remember me?
Joe The Ghost Guy: The creature's mouth. Wyden
Joe The Ghost Guy: Just say one word.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca. closed her eyes. than the radio behind her. clicked. and little girl's voice whispered,
Joe The Ghost Guy: a
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca Grad. gasped. The creature lunged. At three. 33 AM. Every radio.
Joe The Ghost Guy: within 50 miles. of the abandoned. WD. RKStation. suddenly changed frequency. car radios Kitchen Radios.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Emergency Scanner Please communication equipment. Everything compatible. of receiving. Mysterious transmissions.
Joe The Ghost Guy: began. Producing. The same sound. Static. Then a woman's voice. Rebecca Shaw.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Hello? Can anyone hear me?
Joe The Ghost Guy: a pause
Joe The Ghost Guy: Please. if you're listening. Turn off your radio.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The static. grew louder.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It's not a station.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Her voice began trembling. It's not a ghost.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It horrible. Scratching sound. Interrupted.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It's something that lives inside the signal.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Then... Came a low, mysterious breathing.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Rebecca screened.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Hey. Can't hear you.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The transmission. Cut out. For 13 seconds. Every effective radio. went silent.
Joe The Ghost Guy: then a different voice. began speaking is soft. Friendly voice. It was Arthur Blackwood. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen A feint.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Orchestra began playing. We apologize for our interruption. A long pause. Our previous guest.
Joe The Ghost Guy: had unexpected some technical difficulties. were experienced.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The announcer chuckled. But don't worry She's still here And in the background. woman's boys began screaming.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It was Rebecca. Her screams grew fainter. as though she was beginning to be drugged down. and very long hallway.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Arthur continued. And now, my dear listeners... We have something truly special planned. The music stopped. For 70 years, we have been Waiting.
Joe The Ghost Guy: For the right. moment. Hello. Let's go home. filled the air. The right frequency. Ahem. grow louder.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The right number of listeners. than Arthur. Whisper. And tonight... His voice changed. can deeper.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Colder. impossible.
Joe The Ghost Guy: We have. Enough.
Joe The Ghost Guy: November Third. 2026 Amen. named Michael Harris. sat alone.
Joe The Ghost Guy: in his basement workshop. He was an... amateur radio enthusiast for years. He had collected antique receivers.
Joe The Ghost Guy: shortwave radios and all broadcasting equipment. On his car, on his workbench. said a beautifully restored. 1950s radio
Joe The Ghost Guy: He had purchased it at an estate sale.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The previous owner. had died unspectacly. inside the wooden Cabinet. Michael had found. a handwritten warning.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Do not. Turn. to 107 .7 After midnight. Michael assumed it was a joke. That night, shortly after midnight,
Joe The Ghost Guy: He turned on the radio. The tubes warmed up. The Dial. flowed amber. He slowly turned.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The tuning knob. 103 .5 105 .1 106 .7 Then.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Turn it to 107. Point seven. static
Joe The Ghost Guy: Then. There was music an old -fashioned orchestra. Michael smiled. What the hell? A voice spoke.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Good evening Michael. He froze. The voice continued. We have been expecting you.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael leaned closer. Who the hell is this? A little chuckle. Michael. Do you believe in ghosts? Michael swallowed.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Is somebody... Messing with me? The announcer ignored him. Do you believe? The Dead. can speak Michael reached towards the power switch.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Because tonight, Michael. The radio dial began. One red. You're going to hear something. extraordinary. A second voice merged.
Joe The Ghost Guy: A woman's voice. familiar. terribly familiar.
Joe The Ghost Guy: My God.
Joe The Ghost Guy: His eyes waned. It was his wife, Susan. Susan have been dead. for two years earlier.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael. Please help me.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Tears filled his eyes. Susan?
Joe The Ghost Guy: So cold.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael, touch the radio.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Where are you? Her voice trembled.
Joe The Ghost Guy: I'm inside.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Inside where? The Radio. began vibrating
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael. looked around his basement. is soft. Knocking. came from behind the Drywall Three knocks.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Then three more.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael. Please let me out.
Joe The Ghost Guy: He stepped towards the wall. The knocking came louder. Then he heard. Scratching Something was moving inside the wall.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Something large. Michael grabbed a hammer. He struck the drywall. once. Twice. Three times.
Joe The Ghost Guy: A hole opened. Cold air. poor. into the book Basement.
Joe The Ghost Guy: He's showing a flashlight. through the opening. There was no... insulation No wooden frame. not foundation.
Joe The Ghost Guy: only darkness. A vast darkness streaks... stretching impossibly far. beyond the wall. Then he saw something Moving.
Joe The Ghost Guy: A pill. face. It was Susan's face. She was standing. deep inside the darkness. Her mouth was open.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Her eyes. We're filled with terror.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael?
Joe The Ghost Guy: He reached towards her. He took her hand violently.
Joe The Ghost Guy: She shook her head violently.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael froze.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Then Susan began screaming.
Joe The Ghost Guy: That isn't me.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Something behind her moved. a towering shape unfolded from the darkness. Long arms. body covered in faces.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Enormous mouth. and thousands of human voices We've been together.
Joe The Ghost Guy: if we're opening the door.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The basement lights exploded. Michael. Stumbled backwards. the creature. began forcing its way through the opening.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It's fingers. Rip the drywall. the walls. Ben. outward. The floor shook. Daniel ran up the stairs.
Joe The Ghost Guy: But the whole halfway up You heard it. in his own voice. Coming from the radio.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael Harris. died at. 12 17. AM. Stop.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The clock. on the wall, red. 1216
Joe The Ghost Guy: announcer Continue. Cause of death? a pause Then I laughed.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Unknown.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael ran. Behind them. Creature screened. The sound was so powerful. that every wind on the house shattered.
Joe The Ghost Guy: He reached for the basement door. Grab the handle. Turned it. Locked. from the other side Someone whispering.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Then... Susan's voice again.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Please. Don't open the door.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Michael backed away. The basement. went silent Then he heard footsteps. Slow. Heavy.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Where? Coming up the stairs. One step. Two steps. Three steps. ETERN. and saw himself standing at the bottom.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Another Michael. His skin was pale. His eyes were empty. His mouth hung open. from deep inside the strobe. came to sound Of the radio static.
Joe The Ghost Guy: The other Michael smiled. and spoke in an announcer's voice. You're listening to W. DRK. And you know.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Now... part of the program.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Police arrived and Michael's Harris' home. The following morning. The front door. was unlocked. every light.
Joe The Ghost Guy: in the house. was burnt out. The basement. was empty. There was no sign. of Michael Harris. No sign.
Joe The Ghost Guy: or struggle. No broken drywall. No mysterious opening. Only antique radio. Sitting on the wooden wood. Workbench.
Joe The Ghost Guy: It was unplugged. the Power switch was off. but the dial. was glowing. 107. Point seven.
Joe The Ghost Guy: FM.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Investigators reported. Hearing a voice coming from the speaker. amount A man's voice. Soft. Calm.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Familiar. Good evening ladies and gentlemen Then another voice. Michael Harris crying. Please.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Versus static. Please don't listen. Then Arthur Blackwood turn returned. Thank you for tuning in.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Pause. We have room for one more. room began to... producing a strange sound.
Joe The Ghost Guy: not music. Not static. but breathing.
Joe The Ghost Guy: as though something enormous. was pressed his mouth against. Other side of the speaker. Then it whispered.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Will. is listening now.
Joe The Ghost Guy: And so... My friends... Tonight's story. comes to an end. before you Turn off your lights.
Joe The Ghost Guy: before you climb into bed. before you close your eyes. Think about something. Right now. and invisible radio signals.
Joe The Ghost Guy: are passing through your home. through your walls. through your bathroom. through your bedroom. through every error.
Joe The Ghost Guy: your breathing. Thousands of frequencies. Thousands of transmissions. Most of them. Harmless.
Joe The Ghost Guy: but What if they're... or something else. Something. Hiding between the stations. something.
Joe The Ghost Guy: that have been listening to humanity. for centuries Waiting for someone. to discover its frequency.
Joe The Ghost Guy: waiting for someone to answer. And what if? Tonight. While you're laying in bed you hear a faint crackling sound.
Joe The Ghost Guy: From an old radio that hasn't worked and years. A radio. That hasn't been plugged in.
Joe The Ghost Guy: And from that radio. comes a voice. A voice that knows your name. A voice that whispers. Hello?
Joe The Ghost Guy: Can you hear me? Please. Come closer. And whatever you do. Do not answer Because someone's voice.
Joe The Ghost Guy: Are not. meant to be heard. Some doors. or net are not meant to be open. and some frequencies Should not.
Joe The Ghost Guy: never been found.
Joe The Ghost Guy: You have been listening. To ghost stories. And the Unusual Pertinimal Podcast. were the unexplained. becomes terrifying.
Joe The Ghost Guy: and the dead. still have stories to tell. Until our next journey. Beyond the Bell Remember. Sometimes.
Joe The Ghost Guy: the scariest thing. in the darkness Isn't what you see It's what you hear. And if you're radio. and returns itself.
Joe The Ghost Guy: On in the middle of the night. Don't search for a station. Don't follow the voice. And whatever you do. Don't let it know.
Joe The Ghost Guy: that you're listening Until next time. This is Joe the Ghost Guy. See you then. Stay spooky, friends.
